All Keeli had to do was plant them and trigger them from a distance.They had other plans for the Borealan fleet. With any luck, the Kraal wouldn't eve... know they existed. Keeli was to send out a distress signal emulating a cargo ship in distress. The message would be broadcast in the clear. Two replies would be sent from other ships in her fleet. These would also be disguised as coming from cargo vessels. These would say that they were on their way to assist, along with a three ship escort.. She, like Wendy, was still dressed in her ‘school’ uniform. ‘Thank you so much the pair of you I’ve been in so much despair and, I have to say that whenever I’m around the pair of you I get such positive vibes it really lifts my spirits, thank you.’ said Maggie. ‘Right, then Maggie.’ Wendy replied, ‘Remember this is totally a one off. OK? And I’ll call all the shots. Is that agreed?’ ‘Yes, of course,’ said Maggie.We began. As Maggie sat on the bed to await instructions Wendy took over.. I hope this will provide a more immersive experience. And once again sorry for any grammatical errors, and once again I would love your feedback. Thank you)You are captain Samantha Lawson, the daughter of the dreaded space pirate Jim Lawson. Your mother died when you were just a baby leaving your father to take care of you. Most of your childhood and teenage was spent on board the Icarus, your father's ship. It was a sleek vessel, fast, reasonable armed so that it could take care of itself. “Okay, you give me a better word to describe you.”I waited in silence.“I’m your wife, not a slut,” she said finally.“No, that wouldn’t get past trade’s description. A wife doesn’t fuck other men, ever! That’s what we agreed to in front of our families and friends. You broke that agreement, so you are no longer a wife. That just leaves slut. Unless he paid you, and then whore would be the correct term.“Let’s take a look at his phone,” I said, after the silence extended into inanity. I’d pocketed.